A little something about me;

I can eat like a motherfucker.

I don’t know why or how, but as long as I can remember, I’ve been in a fierce caloric deficit. So, naturally, I learned to cook as soon as I could reach the stove. Somewhere along the line, I noticed that some of my friends were pants-on-the-head-stupid when it came to anything in the kitchen, so I made this so they didn’t fucking starve. It’s an aggregation of some family recipes, simple staples, and some generous contributions from friends and the internet.

None of these recipes are hard, but when you get your slobbering face wrapped around this grub, you will be.

About your chef:

1. I’ve got renters insurance

2. I’ve got a smoke detector

That’s literally all the permission I need to get slangin’ on that stove.

If you can’t cook, or cant decide what to cook, you’re in the right spot.